I couldn’t believe anyone could be so obnoxious, and I wanted more than anything to wipe that proud look right off his fine face….I knew that Asher would be a disaster. Did he have any idea how spoiled he sounded right now?Ĭlearly he didn’t, because he gave a disgruntled sigh and added, “Just don’t expect me to be the smiley ‘Can I take your order?’ guy, okay?” The man shook hands with the school staff, but he did it quickly and absently, all the while chatting into his phone. “And you don’t think you should have to,” I said matter-of-factly. The limo door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit stepped into the sunshine with a cell phone pressed to his ear. “I was tossing a ball around with some friends at my mom’s house and broke a vase.” He shrugged. “So why are you here?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest as well. “I don’t really want to be here, but I don’t have a choice.” “I want to set the record straight.” Asher leaned against the counter, arms folded. He’d been inside the truck for all of fifteen seconds and he was already insulting it?… “Man, this is tighter than a cell at Alcatraz. I didn’t want to be affected by being this close to him, but my senses overruled my common sense…. Up close, his pillowy lips and cinnamon eyes made it hard not to stare, and he smelled faintly of coconut, like a perfect day at the beach. Asher stepped all the way inside the truck.
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